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W̶I̶N̶T̶E̶R̶
Winter of '95, to be exact.
One of the toughest yet.
I lifted my head, taking in the view through the window.
Snow and dark evening had already taken over everything.
The sky was completely gray, no sign of the night or sun, and the flakes kept falling, piling onto the already massive snowdrifts.
Not a single blade of grass could be seen through it.
Funny enough, even our dog is barely visible in the yard—and it's a German Shepherd.
His name's Taco.
I found him in the trashcan.
And since he was about to be thrown into the grinder with all the other garbage, I decided to take him.
His best quality? Unlike people, he doesn't talk, so he doesn't get on my nerves.
And now, all I can see is his head gliding over the thick layer of snow.
Funny enough to make the corner of my lips curl up.
Still watching Taco have a blast in the snow, I noticed some movement in the blurry background, beyond the gate.
I lifted my gaze and locked onto the scene across the street.
Our neighbors.
The Whitlocks.
Her; an accountant at a pretty successful, small local transport company.
Him; a soldier who shows up around only for the big events.
Rumor has it he wasn't even around for his son's birth.
Another rumor is he wasn't even around while his son was being made.
Still, it's just old neighborhood gossips sticking their noses where they don't belong.
What's their proof?
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